Darling, I Love You • FRED WEASLEY

14

"ELI!"

"ELI!"

"ELI!"

The chants were deafening as I took gulp after gulp. The common room was filled with loud music. The firewhiskey burned my throat with every swallow. I threw the empty bottle and the crowd cheered as I lift my fist in the air. I stumbled off the table and plopped next to Hermione with a judging look on her face.

We just won a match against Slytherin and most of all, we just won the Quidditch Cup. So the twins and I prepared a little goodbye party for our Captain and Keeper.

"Come on, 'Mione," I cooed, "don't be a party pooper!"

"Too much alcohol can kill you," she retorted.

"Then I'm glad I made my last remaining days worth it."

I turn my head as I hear a roar of laughter. The twins were pushing Oliver to the center table.

He cleared his throat, "I-I would like to say that t-this was the best year I could ever a-ask for."

"To our three superb chasers, thank you for having as many goals as possible," he pointed to Angelina, Tori, and me. The crowd clapped as we did a little bow.

"To our two unbeatable beaters, you already have a huge ego so I won't say much," he laughed.

"WE LOVE YOU TOO, OLLIE!"

"SPANKING!"

The crowd laughed as he covered his face.

"And then to Harry, our seeker who has never failed to win us a match."

Harry turned red and did a little nod when everyone's attention turned to him. I stood up and  stumbled over to Oliver and cleared my throat.

"Of course, there's our amazing Captain and Quidditch Keeper!" I exclaimed. The rest of the team came rushing over to us when Oliver burst into tears.

"SPANKING GOOD KEEPER!" the twins yelled.

Everyone resumed what they were doing after that little speech Oliver did. I went back to the sofa and leaned my head back, closing my eyes.

"I'll get you some water..." Hermione offered.

I grumbled in response and waved my hand when I felt the seat next to me dip. I opened one of my eyes and saw that it was Fred with a cheeky grin on his face, his face red from all the drinking.

"Why is such a beautiful lady alone?" he said softly. His thighs were spread on the sofa, squishing my own.

"Just taking a rest," I giggled, closing my eye.

He laughed, "time for bed, sleepyhead, come on."

"No," I protested, trapping his thighs with my legs. The alcohol made me a bit more confident than usual.

He chuckled and put his arm at the back of the sofa, his other on my thigh. I leaned my head on his shoulder and I was engulfed by the smell of cinnamon and cheap cologne. I scent itself made me want to inch closer to his body, intoxicating me.

"Why don't we take a nap together? We can be nap buddies."

I shook my head and leaned closer to him, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. My heart was beating so fast that I felt like it was about to pop out of my chest. He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my hair, his lips staying there for a few seconds before slowly drawing away.

"You're exhausted, darling," he said hoarsely.

Heat spread in my legs as he tightened his grip on my thigh. I pressed myself against his chest. I felt the way his adam's apple moved when I did so. I know I would probably regret this once I get sober. He must think I'm desperate for him...

He must think I'm desperate for him...

Everything else was a blur. Fred and I had been a bit too cozy tonight. I was now in between his legs, talking closely, our faces were mere inches away from each other.

The party continued on till dawn. The lower years have already gone to bed by 2 am whilst the rest of the team, including Lee,  were still in the common room. We were huddled around the fireplace, playing a game of truth and dare.

Once you choose the truth you drink veritaserum and if you choose dare well, it's either 7 minutes in heaven or you gotta kiss someone, simple as that.

I slid down the sofa with my back against the foot of it. Fred put his arms on his knees and started running his fingers through my hair making me shut my eyes. His fingers would massage my head and then would slowly bring it down to the tip of my hair. His fingers would lightly trail my nape making the hair raise from my neck.

A few rounds have already started, Lee just made out with a seventh year Hufflepuff, George admitted to accidentally dropping Fred's toothbrush in the toilet, Tori admitted to sneezing on her muggle neighbor when they were snogging, Dean actually went to heaven when he came out of the closet with a random Ravenclaw, and a lot more.

Fred propped his arms on his knees and put his head on my shoulder. He proceeded to trace my arms with the tip of his finger and would bring his head up once in a while to let out a breathy chuckle.

The game went on and finally, the bottle pointed at me. It was probably the alcohol but when I confidently chose dare I already realized my mistake. George and Lee shared a look  and let out a mischievous grin.

"Fred!" they both exclaimed. They high-fived each other and jumped around.

Fred brought his face up and leaned closer to my face. His breath fanned the side of my neck causing me to have goosebumps, "What do you want, El?" he slurred. I could feel him smiling on my shoulder when he felt it.

He stood up and held out his hand. I bit my lip to stop the smile from forming on my face before I took his hand and allowed him to lead me over to the closet causing everyone to cheer and wolf-whistle.

He closed the door and gave me a sleepy smile. Awe transformed my face when his head fell to the side with the same smile, failing to keep his eyes open, "you should go to bed when the seven minutes are up, Freddie."

He straightened his back, "but I wanna spend more time with you," he pouted. He held my hands and he gently thumbs rubbed the back of my hands.

"We'll see each other tomorrow, Freddie."

He brought his face closer to mine, "still..."

I smell firewhiskey and a hint of gunpowder from how close he was. Warmth spread through my body like fiendfyre. No amount of alcohol can make me this drunk when it comes to Fred Weasley.

He brought his hand to my cheek and rubbed his thumb on it. He stared into my eyes as if he were asking permission. I gave him a faint nod. He leaned in causing me to close my eyes when he put his thumb on top of my lips and kissed it.

Butterflies erupt from my stomach like a volcano, my heart was beating faster than a cheetah. He pulled back only to rub his nose on mine. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, "I don't want our first kiss to be caused by alcohol or a stupid party."

"I want it to be memorable, special..."

"Ok, Freddie," I whispered. Grabbing onto both of his hands, I kissed his thumb and gave him a small smile. Butterflies create havoc on the inside. I just hope he remembers this conversation in the morning.